You blocked out everything the boys started to argue about, deeming it useless before you looked at Tweek. He was twitching even more, and he ended up darting his eyes towards yours. He seemed panicked, now he had no clue on what to do. You, of course, noticed this and so you tried your best to give him a friendly smile.
His eyes widened but he seemed to calm down the slightest bit. You decided to at least try to speak to the interesting blonde.
"Hi there. Names [Y/N], yours?" You said with a smile. You didn't need to freak him out even more by telling him you already knew his name- you could tell he was already paranoid enough. The others weren't paying attention to you two, too busy yelling at each other.
"T-Twee-k Twea-ak.. Are you a n-ew ki-d?" He twitched and stuttered, his hand gripping at their own palms when they weren't digging themselves into his shirt. You nodded in confirmation.
"I remember you. You're the boy we saw a couple hours ago, aren't you?" You asked, trying to keep the conversation going.
"O-oh! Th-at was you? I thou-thought..." He trailed off, his hands shaking even more and his eyes slightly widened.
See AlsoWe Were Only Children. ( TWEEK X CRAIG FANFIC ) - Chapter 2 - SoapsSarcasmSouth Park - Tweek’s Birthday Accident - South_Parkfan1212"It's fine, don't sweat about it." You reassured, and your hands slipped into your pockets. You two kept at this for a while, and he seemed to be slowly getting more comfortable with each passing minute you two were in own little bubble.
"UGH, WHATEVAH! COME ON GUYS, oh and [Y/N] too I guess, LET'S JUST GET OUT OF HERE!" Cartman 'commanded,' and the boys just nodded. This yell popped the bubble you and Tweek were in, but you really did enjoy talking to the stuttering boy. Frowning slightly, you looked back at Tweek before a (metaphorical, of course,) lightbulb shone over your head.
Fishing your phone out of your pocket, you opened up your 'Contacts' app and created a new one. You then handed the phone to Tweek with a smile.
"I, uh, really enjoyed the small chat we had so if you don't mind then.. I'd like to talk to you more." You said, and suddenly a wave of embarrassment flooded over you. You were asking this boy you just met for his number within only half an hour of knowing him!
Lucky for you though, he was indeed surprised but he did comply, happily in fact. He made a couple typos in the number, but he was very set on fixing them quickly. He was not, however, set on spelling his own name correctly but you didn't mind. You found it quite funny, but you would spare him that embarrassment.
Before you could even say a thank you, a hand was gripped around your wrist and you quite literally, dragged away. You waved with a flushed face that just screamed 'I swear to god what the hell.'
Finally being let go after being dragged down a block by a gloved hand, which could be literally any of the boys besides Butters because he didn't wear any, you sighed and stood up straight, rubbing your wrist slightly.
"What was that all about?"
"That's Team Craig. They're a bunch of f*cking losers who just want to do whatever we do, nothing more than a group of wannabe populars." Cartman spat out, and the other boys nodded along.
"We just don't get along with them very well. They're either always on our ass, or we're on theirs. It's just a loop, really," Stan sighed out, but he seemed to have some kind of slight bitterness to his tone.
"Yeah, they've done some f*cked ups hit. Not to say that we haven't, but still," Kyle added on.
A muffled sentence came from Kenny and everyone but you nodded to them.
"Yeah, like that one time when they tried to copy us when we were in our 'metrosexual' phase and started saying sh*t like they were gayer than us." Stan continued.
"Or like when Craig got mad at us for accidentally getting us deported to Peru."
"Oh." Is all you could mutter as they started mentioning random events that seemed nearly impossible.
"I don't really have a problem with them, I'm kind of just going with the boy's words." Butters said, a nervous smile across his face as his feet shifted. You nodded.
"Oh yeah, and don't think you're soooo slick, [Y/N], we, or I saw you give that addict your number! You didn't even think to give us, the people oh so generously showing you around and greeting you first, it! Hah?!" Cartman huffed out, sticking a finger in your chest as he accused you.
"It just, never crossed my mind until I was talking with him." You put your hands up in mock surrender, and he just huffed before stuffing his had into your pocket.
"wHAT- WAIT WHAT ARE YOU-" You started, about to shove his hands out of your pocket before he snagged out your phone and started to open your contacts app. You watched in disbelief as he added his own number into your phone with the contact name 'Cartman Best' with a bunch of flexing arm emojis. He then threw the phone back at you and you clumsily caught it, sighing in relief when if fell back into your pocket safely.
'...I really need a password on this thing, why didn't I ever get to doing that..'
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